By all love's soft, yet mighty powers, <br />It is a thing unfit, <br />That men should fuck in time of flowers, <br />Or when the smock's beshit. <br /> <br />Fair nasty nymph, be clean and kind, <br />And all my joys restore; <br />By using paper still behind, <br />And sponges for before. <br /> <br />My spotless flames can ne'er decay, <br />If after every close, <br />My smoking prick escape the fray, <br />Without a bloody nose. <br /> <br />If thou would have me true, be wise, <br />And take to cleanly sinning, <br />None but fresh lovers' pricks can rise, <br />At Phyllis in foul linen.<br /><br />Lord John Wilmot<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-all-love-s-soft-yet-mighty-powers/
